6 sentences

differentandstupidhuman  asked:

Sentence prompts 6 from marco to tom (fluff fluff)

Sure! I’m so happy you liked the sentence prompts!

#6: “I want to live a million years.”
“Then I want to live a million year minus one day, because I don’t ever want to live without you.”

Send me a prompt! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/162137075437/sentence-prompts


Marco stopped Tom and pointed to the old run down house. “Nobody has lived in there for years.” Marco started. “Nobody likes it because it’s so old and beat up. See how everythings broken?” He asked. Tom nodded.

“I think it’s nice.” He responded. Marco smiled and nodded.

“Yeah… I do too.” He leaned his head on Tom’s shoulder. “I’d like to live in a house like that one day. Really big and old. It’d be a perfect place to tell ghost stories.” He joked. Tom giggled and bent down, he picked up a rock and stood upright.

“There’s this game I used to play when I was little, you find an abandoned area– there are a lot in the underworld– and you throw a rock.” Tom started. “If you get it through a window you get to make a wish.” He explained.

“Oh don’t break a window, it’s such a nice house.” Marco told him. “Run down, but pretty.” he mused. Tom smiled.

“I throw it through an open window, promise.” Tom assured. Marco rolled his eyes and Tom threw the rock. It shattered a closed window and Marco threw the demon a look. “… Sorry?” Tom smiled sheepishly.

“Whatever, just make your wish.” Marco nudged him. Tom thought for a moment and then perked up.

“I wish I could see aliens land on earth. Like in that movie.” Tom spoke. Marco laughed at his silly wish. “What?” Tom asked. “I don’t have anything serious to wish for… I’m content with how things are now.” he blushed lightly. “So all I really want that could make this better… is some aliens.” He joked.

“Aliens won’t land on earth for like… a million years. If at all.” Marco teased back, ruffling Tom’s hair. The demon shook his away gently and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He thought for a moment and then perked up.

“Okay then, I wish I could live for a million years.” he changed his wish.

“You can’t change your wish.” Marco bopped his nose and Tom snickered.

“Can too.” He antagonized. Marco smiled and reached down to the sidewalk, he picked up a rock and closed his eyes. He threw it as hard as he could and it crashed through a window. “Woah, good throw.” Tom smiled, blushing a little at his boyfriend’s impressive move. Marco closed his eyes and made a wish. “What did you wish for?” Tom asked, as soon as Marco opened his eyes. Marco leaned against the demon again and held his waist.

“I wish to live a million year minus one day.” Marco spoke. Tom looked confused.

“Minus one day?” He asked. Marco nodded and stood on his toes to give Tom a soft kiss. The demon felt his heart flutter and his face flush red. He held onto Marco gently and pulled him close, feeling his soft hair and holding his hand tightly, as if he was afraid to let go. When marco pulled away Tom had stars in his eyes and was looking at Marco like he was everything. “Why minus one day?” Tom asked, snapping back to reality.

“Because I don’t ever want to live without you.” He whispered to the demon. Tom’s eye lit up and Marco pulled him in for another kiss, holding him gently. He slipped his hands around his waist and held his demon close. Tom’s heart was pounding out of his chest and he felt butterflies well up in his stomach. But despite being nervous, it was the most amazing moment he could have ever wished for. When he pulled away, he kept his face close and his eyes closed.

“Marco… I think I wanna change my wish again.” Tom told him. Marco smiled sweetly and tangled their fingers up with one another’s.

“Change it to what, Tommy?” He asked. Tom grinned with a bit of a mischievous look and gave Marco a kiss on the nose.

“Can’t tell you. Or else it won’t come true.” Tom teased. He the dipped Marco down and gave him one last kiss, before whispering a goodbye and vanishing, leaving Marco to stand there smiling, looking up at the old house.

——————————————————————————————————————————–

“Tom says he wants you to come home.” Star poked her head in Marco’s room. The human looked up confused. He was already in his house.

“I… am home?” He explained. He had just gotten home for his second year in college three days ago. He was happy to spend more time with Tom, but the demon had been elusive. Star shook her head and looked down at her phone, checking the text from Tom.

“No, he wants you to come home. He said for me to get you.” She told him. Marco looked confused and got up curiously, Star took his scissors and snipped open a portal. When Marco stepped through he was standing on the front porch of the old run down house that had been abandoned for longer than he’d been alive.

“What are we doing here?” He asked, he hadn’t seen this place since he was a little kid. Star opened the door and Marco was tackled in a hug and kiss by Tom, spinning him in circles. “Tom! Ah!” Marco giggled and gave the demon a kiss. “Where have you been?” He asked the demon. Tom grinned.

“Home.” he responded. Marco looked confused and Tom put his arms out. “Welcome home, Marco!” He cried. Marco fell back and small smile crept on his face.

“Wait… did you…?” He stuttered and Tom nodded. “You got this house… for us?!” Marco exclaimed. Tom nodded again and Marco rushed over to hug and kiss him as much as he possibly could. The demon laughed and Marco spun in circles. “You got a home for the two of us to live together!?” He cried out.

“We’re twenty now. Isn’t this a good time to think about that?” He asked. “I know it might be early but you always liked this house, and it’s just been getting more and more abandoned and… I told you my wish would come true!” Tom giggled.

“Your wish?” Marco asked.

“You might not remember but… when we broke the windows and made a wish… this was my wish… that’d we be together and one day I’d make you really happy… do you remember that?” Tom asked. Marco put a hand over his mouth and ran over to give him a third hug.

“Yes I do!” He giggled. “And Tom, you’ve already made me happier than I can tell you.” Marco told him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Just by being with me, you’ve made my happier than I could ever hope to begin to be.”

anonymous asked:

Can you gif Phil talking about Chris Pine? Maybe comparing it with Dan on his liveshow idk :)

YAAAAAAAAS THANK YOU

i just watched phil’s ls and rewatch that part in dan’s ls and found that phil literally said 6 sentences about chris pine while it’s more like 6 paragraphs for dan,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, (i’m still doing it though)

  • Me: *writes one line in a supposedly 6 page essay*
  • Me: "yep that's good enough, I've worked hard. I deserve chocolate, a scroll through tumblr and a read through a new fan fiction"

ajcaimi  asked:

Hey Dana. I was wondering if you have any plans to develop and pitch a show of your own. If you do, what advice do you have for people who want to create their own show?

I did have plans to pitch a show. And I pitched it! And Disney bought it! And now I’m developing it!  It’s difficult and exciting ESPECIALLY because I’m doing all this for the first time. I hope I can show some images someday!

If I were to give one piece of advice to past me, it’d be to get comfortable writing entertaining scripts. As a showrunner the most important thing will be The Show, and 90% of The Show comes from The Writing. It’s difficult to find writers who will 100% understand your vision but if that’s an area you’re comfortable in you’ll never be an dire straits. I had never professionally written a script before my pilot. If I did maybe that part wouldn’t have been as stressful at the time haha. 

But let’s say you’re already good there. You’re good everywhere! 

How to pitch a thing! I used to love making “pitch books” as a kid, though I had no idea that’s what I was doing. It was just fun to develop worlds and characters! So even if you’re in HS or younger, making “pitch books” is a great way to spend your time and practice for the future. So get to it! Here’s just one format you can try: 

1. Cover page with short description of show and a fun image of your main character!

2. ½-1 full page describing your main character/s! (Don’t start with exhaustive explanations about the world, or any legends, or w/e, we’re here bc we want to connect with a character).

3. A couple pages with any other important characters you may have!

4. A page describing the most important relationships between your main character/s and others!

5. Simple 1 page description on how your world works! If it’s too complicated to get on one page, SIMPLIFY! Even the most complicated ideas can be pitched in 1-2 sentences. 

6. Important places! The main characters house? The bad guy’s castle? Stuff like that. 

7. Give em a couple episode examples! That’s where your show comes together, after all. 

And you’re done!

Fill your pitch book with fun images that show off your characters and your world! You don’t have to follow this format exactly, it’s your show, your pitch, do whatever you think will show off your ideas best. If you’re making an epic you might want to dedicate a page to where you want the show to go, and how the characters will evolve. Everything depends on what you want to make. But above all: Make it interesting to read!!! Make it fun to look at!!! Boredom is your enemy, fight against it!!!!

Are my exclamation points making this easier to understand? GREAT!!!!!

Now get out there and pitch some things cause I want new shows to watch.

2-6 Word Starters

Send me one for my muse’s reaction!

  • “Are you lost?”
  • “As you wish.”
  • “Come with me.”
  • “Can you walk?”
  • “Dance with me.”
  • “Did you see that?”
  • “Do you like it?”
  • “Don’t go that way.”
  • “Don’t let them push you around.”
  • “Don’t try to talk.”
  • “How are you feeling?”
  • “How did you get here?”
  • “I brought you food.”
  • “I followed you.”
  • “If you need anything, call.”
  • “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
  • “I love the ocean.”
  • “I’m not answering that.”
  • “I want ice cream.”
  • “I will avenge you.”
  • “I’ve always loved you.”
  • “Laughing at me won’t end well.”
  • “Let’s go stargazing.”
  • “Let’s go swimming.”
  • “Let me introduce myself. I’m ___ “
  • “Lie still.”
  • “Maps and I don’t get along.”
  • “May I braid your hair?”
  • “Nice clothes.”
  • “Nice weather we’re having.”
  • “Please turn the light on.”
  • “Pickles are gross.”
  • “Show me.”
  • “That isn’t for you to know.”
  • “That you for saving my life.”
  • “There is a full moon tonight.”
  • “There is food in the fridge.”
  • “There is more to the story.”
  • “These clothes are ridiculous.”
  • “They think we are in love.”
  • “This is comfortable.”
  • “This is for you.”
  • “Wait for me.”
  • “Want me to go with you?”
  • “What did you do?”
  • “What is your name?”
  • “What is this place?”
  • “Where are we going?”
  • “Where did you put it?”
  • “Where is your sense of adventure?”
  • “Who did this?”
  • “Why did you come here?”
  • “Why do you ask?”
  • “Why don’t we slip away?”
  • “Will you come with me?”
  • “Words can’t hurt me.”
  • “You don’t have to take that.
  • “You look terrible.”
  • “You have the softest hair.”
  • “You rest.”
  • “You’re my everything.”
46 Facts About Aileen Wuornos

Considering Aileen died at the age of 46, here are 46 facts about her & the life she lived. 


1. Aileen was born in Rochester, Michigan, on February 29, 1956.

2. Her father, Leo Pittman, was incarcerated at the time of her birth. He hanged himself in prison in 1969. 

3. She had a brother, Keith, who died in 1976 & left her $10,000 from his life insurance. 

4. Diane Wuornos abandoned both of her children, Aileen & Keith, when they were just toddlers. She left them with their severely abusive grandparents, who soon adopted them. 

5. Aileen was sexually abused by her grandfather from a very young age; Lauri Wuornos would force her to strip naked before beating her. 

6. She did not discover that her grandparents were not her actual parents until the age of 12; the discovery made her distraught. 

7. Before she was even a teenager, Aileen started to participate in sexual acts at school in return for food, drugs, and cigarettes. 

8. She engaged in sexual activities with her brother during their childhood.

9. When Aileen was 14, she became pregnant as the result of rape by a friend of her grandfather’s. 

10. Aileen gave birth to a baby boy at a home for unwed mothers in March of 1971 (the baby was immediately placed for adoption). 

11. She dropped out of school shortly after childbirth. 

12. Not long after Aileen dropped out of school, her grandmother died of liver failure, leaving her & Keith alone with their abusive grandfather. 

13. At the age of 15, she was thrown out of the house by her grandfather, Lauri. 

14. To support herself after being thrown out, Aileen became a prostitute. 

15. For many years she lived in the woods near her old home, sheltering in makeshift forts. 

16. Aileen was arrested for the first time in March 1974 for DUI, disorderly conduct, & firing a .22 caliber pistol from a moving vehicle in Colorado. 

17. In the year of 1976, she hitchhiked down to Florida. 

18. Aileen married 69-year-old Lewis Fell in 1976; their marriage was later annulled after she hit Fell with his own cane. 

19. During & after the marriage with Fell, Aileen was arrested multiple times for assault due to altercations with locals at bars. 

20. On June 2, 1986, she was detained & questioned after a male companion accused her of pulling a gun on him in his vehicle, demanding $200. 

21. Before the murders, Aileen had been arrested a total of 7 times; she had also been detained twice for questioning, was once suspected of firearm theft, & had even received a restraining order from her own husband at the time, Lewis Fell. 

22. She met her future partner, Tyria Moore, at a gay club in Daytona in June of 1986. 

23. Eventually Aileen & Tyria moved in together, being financially supported by Aileen’s prostitution earnings. 

24. On the fourth of July in 1987, Aileen & Tyria were detained for questioning about an incident that involved assault & battery with a beer bottle. 

25. Aileen shot & killed 7 men in total. 

26. The body of one of her victims, Peter Siems, was never found.  

27. Aileen murdered all of her victims with a .22 caliber revolver. 

28. On January 9, 1991, Aileen was arrested for the murders. 

29. Tyria Moore drew a confession from Aileen during a phone call in exchange for immunity from prosecution. 

30. Aileen was arrested on an outstanding warrant at the Last Resort bar in Port Orange, Florida on January 9, 1991. 

40. For her crimes Aileen ultimately received 6 death sentences. 

41. She was executed in the Florida State Prison on October 9, 2002 by lethal injection. 

42. Aileen’s body was cremated; her ashes were given to a childhood friend named Dawn Botkins, who spread them beneath a tree in Michigan. 

43. Aileen declined a traditional last meal (anything she desired under $20) and instead requested a cup of coffee. 

44. Her last words were, “I’d just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back Independence Day, with Jesus June 6. Like the movie, big mothership and all, I’ll be back.” 

45. Aileen requested that the song “Carnival” by Natalie Merchant be played at her funeral.  

46. Up until her execution, Aileen proclaimed her love for Tyria Moore. 

Big Hero 6   {Sentence Starters}

  • “I am not fast.”
  • “Unbelievable…”
  • “It is alright to cry.”
  • “I can’t lose you, too!”
  • “I have some concerns.”
  • “Why is he trying to kill us?”
  • “Does it hurt when I touch it?”
  • “Um, why are you trying to kill us?”
  • “Crying is a natural response to pain.”
  • “Takes a lot more than this to rattle me.”
  • “Oh, I just stubbed my toe a little. I’m fine.”
  • “There are no red lights during car chases!”
  • “Wow, that is both disgusting and awesome.”
  • “This won’t change anything. Trust me. I know.”
  • “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?”
  • “I just wish I could share my accomplishments with you.”
  • “I heard a sound of distress. What seems to be the trouble?”
  • “I spilled wasabi on my shirt one time, people… ONE TIME!”
  • “WHEN are you going to do something with that big brain of yours?”
  • “Let’s not jump to conclusions. We don’t KNOW he’s trying to kill us.”
  • “You are gonna feel these things tomorrow, you know what I’m saying?”
  • “We didn’t set out to be superheroes. But sometimes life doesn’t go the way you planned.”
  • “Yeah, if I wasn’t terrified of heights, I’d probably love this. But I’m terrified of heights, so I don’t love it!”
  • “Well then, what about an invisible sandwich? Imagine eating a sandwich, but everyone just thinks you’re crazy!”
  • “If I could have any superpower right now, it would be the ability to crawl through this camera and give you a big hug.”

me: has been struggling for weeks to finish writing this chapter

me: has idea

me: for a brand new fic

Just a friendly reminder that this happened ♥♥♥
1. Jimin had to say a sentence with “lips” in it.
2. Jimin: “I want to kiss ARMY on the lips.” >> proceeds to stare at Jungkook, obviously proud of his subtle flirting abilities.
3. Everyone: “OOOH!”
4. Jungkook: “Heart flutter <3″ *smiles*
5. Jimin “forgets” original sentence.
6. “I want a kiss on the lips!” looks at Jungkook. Jungkook is shook.
7. Namjoon + J-hope: Ohgod not again Jimin.
8. Namjoon yells. “IT’S I WANT TO KISS ARMY ON THE LIPS.”
9. Jimin: “Oops, hehe, hihi.” *Repeats that sentence.*
10. J-Hope: looks with disbelief at Namjoon and staff, stares at the camera like on The Office in his mind.

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not once, but TWICE!! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

Six Sentence Sunday (6/18/17)

“The minor details of the case are inconsequential, Molly,” Sherlock said dismissively as they stood at the jewelry counter. “Point is, if you can tell me which of these rings is most likely to appeal to a woman who is intelligent, practical, lovely, and also works with her hands in a sometimes gruesome job…it would definitely help me find the suspect.”

Molly looked suspiciously back and forth between the nervous looking detective and the rings laid out on the counter, but then finally pointed to a wide band with small diamonds embedded in an elegant vine like pattern.

“That one is gorgeous and it’s practical because it wouldn’t get caught on anything like, oh I dunno…gloves…or something.”

Sherlock grinned and exclaimed, “ah ha, yes I thought you’d prefer- I mean yes, thank you, I finally know who the killer is and the game is on!”

Molly smiled to herself as they left the jewelry store in supposed pursuit of a suspect, but she simply couldn’t help adding as they got in the cab, “you are gonna actually ask me out first though, right?”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: The gang saving some Aliens and afterwards Lance realizes how much the remind them of his family and he just breaks

YESSSSS 


Lance quickly landed Blue as gently as he could and quickly ran out to met up with Allura and Coran.

“How many?” Allura asked almost out of breath. 

“Five.” and they all ran back into Blue. 

-

Lance paced in front of the healing pods. Five. Five aliens that were injured because of me. He ran his fingers through his hair. This is going to be a long night. and Lance sat down and started his long wait. 

-

Roughly a week later one of pods opened. It contained a younger looking alien, he looked around maybe 5 or 6. He had yellow skin, long black hair that was tied into pigtails and a few marking that decorated his skin.  

Lance quickly ran over to the boy and picked him up. 

“Hey you’re alright.” Lance grab the boys arm in an attempt to calm him from his frantic appearance. 

The boy looked at Lance with wide eyes before he calmed down enough to register what Lance said to him. 

“Do you want to tell me your name?” Lance quietly said as he wrapped a blanket around the boy. 

“Noko.” His voice was quiet but firm, like that was the only thing he was sure of. 

“Noko. That’s an amazing name.” Lance smiled at the boy. “My name is Lance.” 

“Lance.” The boy practiced his name a few time. Lance smiled and watched his eyes move to the other five pods. His arm slowly moved up to point at the pod containing his sister “Arma.” 

Lance looked at the girl. She looked around 10ish, same skin color and hair, just different markings. He looked back at the boy and saw tears welling up in his eyes. “Hey, hey don’t cry,” he wiped Noko’s face, “She’s alright. Your family is safe and healing.” Lance gestured to the other pods. 

The pod closest to the two boys contained,who Lance assumed, was the dad.  He was a tall fellow, extremely muscular and Lance could see how much Noko and Arma resembled him. Lance felt a pain in his chest as he realized that he reminded him of his own father. 

The pod next to the father, was a women. She had orange skin and long blue hair. It was the color of the ocean. She didn’t have any markings on her, yet she had piercings. They decorated her skin and seem to sparkly in the artificial light produced by the pods. Lance assumed that she was the mother of the three kids. 

The last pod contained another boy, he looked around Lances age. His skin was tinted more orange than yellow. His hair was cut short and was a mix between black and blue. Each color seem to alternate, giving the impression that he had dyed it. Lance also noticed that had less markings on him. Lance determined that he took after his mom more than his father. 

Lance looked down at Noko who was (poorly attempting) to stop crying. “Hey why don’t you tell me everyone name so when the come out I can talk to them.” 

Noko wiped his face and nodded. He stood up and walked over to the pod with the father. He placed his hand on the pod “Papi.” 

Lance attempted to bit back a noise. Out of every family in the entire universe he had to find the one with the kids who called his dad the same thing Lance called his dad. Papi. 

“Alright, so Papi.” Lance smiled at Noko and followed him to the pod with the women. 

“This is Mima.” Noko stared at the pod, and brought his blanket closer to him. 

Lance nodded, praying that Noko didn’t notice how he flinched at the word. “Okay, and we already know Arma.” Lance lead Noko past her pod and stopped in front of the last pod. “Who is this?” 

“Takclamino but we all call him T. He doesn’t talk much, so don’t be mad if he doesn’t respond.” 

Lance nodded “My sister is the same way.” 

Noko stared at Lance. “Really? What’s her name??” 

“Cleo. Shes two years older than me.” Lance smiled. 

Noko went to respond but was cut off by his stomach.

“Come on lets go get you some food and you can met the team.” Lance lead Noko out of the room. 

-

Lance took care of Noko, just like with his own younger siblings. He fed Noko, put him to bed, played with him, made sure he kept clean, and gave him company. 

Lance would never admit it, but Noko helped him. Noko made him feel home again, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t saying that his team wasn’t his family, but Noko felt more like a blood relative over anything. 

After about 4 days everyone was out of the pods and perfectly healed. Now they were simply waiting to head back home. 

Lance spent all of his time with the family. They reminded him so much of earth and his family that he didn’t get to say goodbye to. Lance felt like he belonged with this family. 

Papi would show him how to do certain training exercises and would congratulate him on things he did correctly. 

Mima would cook him food (when Hunk let her) and Lance would gladly eat it. 

Arma constantly wanted Lance to braid her hair and teach her makeup and his skincare routine. 

Noko always wanted to play “Space Rangers” with him and would climb on his should and make Lance run around the castle at full speed. 

T never said much with the exception of 3 to 6 word sentences. Lance didn’t mind, he found comfort in sitting in silence. Except when T showed Lance his harmonica (well that’s what Lance called it) and soon his hang outs with T were filled with music. 

Lance was happy with this family, yet something sat at the bottom of his stomach and he didn’t know what it was. 

Lance finally figured out what was keeping him on edge. He was unconsciously dreading the day the family left. 

Lancer fought back the tears as he hugged them all goodbye and patted Noko’s head. 

“Promise we will play ‘Space Rangers’ again?” 

“I promise buddy.” Lance smiled and stood by his team as the family left. 

Afterwards the teams asked Lance if he was alright, Lance quickly replied with any positive words and went to his room. 

Once inside the safety of his room Lance broke. Tears fell down his face and Lance caved in on himself. He missed his family more than ever and he wanted to be with them again. Lance crawled into his bed and wrapped himself up in his blankets. Maybe one day I can play “Space Rangers” with my brother again. And Lance drifted off to sleep. 

Whoops…

Thank you for this!

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leralynne  asked:

for the 6 sentence prompt meme: jyn/cassian, "trying to pretend that I don't miss you." your writing is so lovely, by the way!!!

Four days after Jyn leaves the Rebellion, and she finds herself forgetting to look over her shoulder. It’s dangerous, and more than that, it’s irritating; she was only with the Rebellion for maybe a month, from the time they picked her off the prison transport to when she was healed enough to leave. Not enough time to get into habits. Not enough time to teach her that there’s someone to watch her back. 

A week out, and she thinks she sees dark eyes under a furred hood in a crowd, and she spins to look–is he following her, she’d told him she’d done her part and honored her father and now she had to be herself, and it was too soon for him to be out of the medbay–but the man is clean-shaven and he doesn’t move right. She shakes her head, and keep going. 

Two weeks out, and she wakes panting from a nightmare–he’s falling and falling and falling and she knows that this time he won’t come back. 

A month out–as long as she’d been in the rebellion–and she sees news of a battle between the Rebellion and the Empire. He’d be healed he could have been there, but Jyn finds herself thanking the Force that he’s not that kind of soldier; he’s probably far from there. And she should just be glad she’s far from there too, safe and living her own life. 

Six weeks out, and Jyn’s business partner has just betrayed her for an extra credit or so. “Doesn’t loyalty mean anything?” she snaps, unsurprised, as she blasts her way out of the melee. The partner laughs. Jyn thinks of passion and principle and what it was like to trust your partner. 

Eight weeks out, and Jyn’s called in all the favors she had under all the names she had. She waits until the bot has left the Corsucant cafe’s table after taking the order, then strides over, sits down in the empty seat, and glares at the man across from her to dare him to say anything. 

Cassian’s lips twitch, but he nods. He looks whole, so unlike when she left; he looks settled and sure and too knowing and true and all the things she’d left behind. “I’m glad you changed your mind,” he says without surprise. 

“Be quiet,” Jyn retorts, though she supposes he’s due a few comments. It’s been two months. 

But Cassian just puts his hand on hers. His palm is warm, his fingers calloused, and Jyn can feel the touch in her bones. “I missed you, Jyn Erso.” 

Jyn can’t look away, from those dark eyes and the way he looks at her, like he understands.

She flips her hand so their fingers can intertwine, and smiles back. 

as-inevitable-as-morning  asked:

Bellarke + an amusement park (for the five sentence docs)? 💜

Bellamy knows it’s ridiculous to be nervous; the Volcano is a perfectly safe roller coaster and, as Octavia put it, “I’m 13 I can handle a corkscrew loop, Bellamy.” But that doesn’t stop him from tapping his foot anxiously as he waits on a nearby bench for Octavia and her friends to emerge, with all body parts intact, from the ride.

He doesn’t realize how prominent his tapping has become until he hears a loud sigh from beside him and turns to see a girl, around his age, with yellow-blonde hair and an open sketchpad eyeing him exasperatedly. 

“If I wanted my pen to shake I’d get on a ride,” she says, eyebrows quirking. 

Something about the presumption of her comment and his own anxiety disables his filter and he responds, “What, don’t like being taken for a ride, princess?”

As he realizes what he’s said, his face turns bright red and she laughs at his obvious embarrassment. When she responds - face open with no detectable embarrassment - chuckling, “Oh no, I just like to be in the driver’s seat myself,” Bellamy almost chokes but thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind if Octavia and her friends decided to take the time to ride every roller coaster in this damn amusement park.


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Ladrien June Day 6 - Failing to Finish Each Other’s Sentences

“Uh, hi.” Adrien said, blushing.

“Hi.” Ladybug didn’t look at him, because she knew if she did, the blushing would be too much.

“Um. Thanks.” He cleared his throat. “Thanks for, uh, saving me. Again.”

“No problem,” she squeaked. “Just doing my job.”

“Yeah. You do a really good job.” Adrien smiled, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

“Thanks. You too.” At his confused and distressed face, she backtracked. “You do a good job being you. Being a model. You are good at it.”

“Thank you.” His blushed deepened. “We should –”

“Hang out sometime? That would be great.” Ladybug said, eagerly.

Adrien hadn’t expected that. “I, uh, was going to say we should deal with the akuma. Uh, you should, I mean.”

“Oh!” She covered her face with her hands. “Of course. I’m stupid. I’ll do that now.” She turned to leave, mortified by her mistake.

“Wait!” Adrien grabbed her arm, desperately. “I’d really like to hang out sometime.”

“Really?” Her face lit up into a dazzling smile. “Uh, well, let me defeat this akuma first.”

“Yeah, that’s probably best.” He agreed, grinning.

She lept away with a wide smile on her face.

kotyonoksnz  asked:

as a follow-up to cake's ask. Viktor attending said interview after catching yuuri's cold? <:

Twenty minutes into the interview, the cold medicine that Victor took earlier starts to wear off. What had been an unpleasant dryness in his sinuses has returned in the form of a leaky, congested nose and a painfully sore throat.

The interviewer asks him something about his plans to return to the ice for the next Grand Prix. Victor shoots them a strained smile, clears his throat, and tries to prepare an answer. 

“I’m ex…exi…excited…hhhh…” Oh no. Nononono. No. The tide of snot has become quite irritating. He sniffles, hoping to delay the need to sneeze until he can signal to the camera people to shift to the audience. Fishes for tissues while trying to get their attention. The interview stares at him with round, owlish eyes. 

“HHhhHnk-shiew!!” He doubles over, catching the sneeze in his cupped hands. So much for that. Now he’s going to be seeing gifsets of himself sneezing for the next month. “Hehh-KCHIEW! Snff. Oh, um, terribly sorry about that. I have a little case of the sniffles. What was your question again?”

Victor’s phone buzzes. He ignores it until they stop for a break, but when he looks he sees it’s Yuuri, who has been watching the interview streaming online. He’d planned to come to the studio, but his own cold was still going strong and he’d felt too ill to leave the house. 

The message reads: i told u to be more careful & not catch my cold!!! ( ´△`) come home soon so we can cuddle.